One of the great pleasures of my recent life has been the foraging of food otherwise ignored, forgotten, or simply unfound. After arriving at my currently temporary location, I discovered the grand herald of the southern summer, the muscadine, still clinging to the vine. While most of these were inedible, at least not palatable to me, there were a few still green that the frost had turned wonderfully sweet.. these tidbits immediately took me back at least six months to the summer if not years back to the times I collected these as a child along the banks of an exciting creek full of child inspiring wonder..
At the same time, I have been practicing other forms of what would otherwise be considered urban foraging, except that I am hours away from any place anyone would mistake for even remotely "urban."
I have been enjoying the persimmons which are simply inedible until after the first frost, as well as bok choy planted int he garden which is bolting but still very tasty..
I have collected dried black eyed peas, which would be ignored by the owners as undesirable (they collected what they wanted fresh), and I could collect black walnuts were I more patient.. ( I expect that next year I will be..)
This ignores many of the wild edibles of which I am still learning, such as green briar (a nice bit of vengeance that is.. eating the damn vines which leave me cut to ribbons..) and others..
On a tree once planted I am certain by one of the early homesteaders of this site, there stands a persimmon tree, which produces fruit which is simply not edible until the frost comes and converts the starches to sugars producing a delicious if seedy treat.
All of this in December, when the winds are howling, the cold threatening, and the climate simply unwelcoming..
So in these troubles times I ask, are you really taking in all that you could for a comfortable and even gourmet lifestyle?
I am doing what I can.. give me a year and I will be living a fine life than most kings throughout history, for less than the most modest welfare queen!
2 comments:
I hear you on the Great Greenbriar Vengence. I can't believe some of the marks I've gotten now, one a giant backwards C on my leg as if I carved my initials in there. Ridiculous! (Good thing those things fade well on me)
When I found out you could eat the new tips...I relished doing so. Maybe now we'll come to an understanding. ;)
I am eagerly awaiting the new growth so that I get my revenge for the blood lost over the winter while collecting timbers..
Thanks for the comments.. sorry about the delays in responding..
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